Shocked and in pain, the six men abandoned their swords and tried to retreat.0

“I’ll see you off!” Ye Qing chuckled and hardened his sleeve. It slammed into the six men’s chest like an avalanche and sent them flying through the air, blood streaming out of every orifice in their body. They were dead long before they hit the ground because the attack had shattered their internal organs into bits. Not only that, they were moving so fast that they slammed into a few assassins who were too slow to get out of the way and killed them as well.0

Meanwhile, Ye Qing was croaking like a toad and releasing a bright red fog from his body. Once he was completely shrouded within the fog, he gradually faded into nothing like a mirage.0

“Watch out!” Shen Xian recognized the danger and shouted on top of his lungs, but he was still too late. Ye Qing abruptly reappeared in the middle of the group and whispered, “Too slow!”2

A crescent saber slid out of his sleeve and drew a crooked arc across the air. Then, more arcs appeared in the air until the space around Ye Qing resembled a chaotic but tight-knit web. The arcs disappeared a second later, but over a dozen men had holes in their throat, their foreheads,...0